Why I don't drink

Tonight I will fall,

Because updrafts can only carry you so long

Before you dive again

And feel the rush of diving, friend.

So I am going to dive into it,

Through the clouds and all the sky,

I'm going, for a moment,

To imagine what it might mean if we should die

Because we will someday,

And all these days that we have spent

And all the bits of mattered-not

And all the love we've lent

So tonight, I will allow the dark

Because running's no way to be,

And hold a vigil in my heart

For might and memory.

I just want to drink this wine,

But can't dislodge the cork

Or maybe it's a lack of 'One,'

Or maybe I'm a dork.

But there are songs I can just hear

At edges of this life

As haunting as a lullaby

That threatens in the night.

And so many of them paint a face,

The features of 'her' scape.

And all of these are emptiness

I've struggled to erase.

So I try, for now, to be this man,

This concept in between

The realism of what must be

And rending claws of dreams

I try to live from day to next,

And shape from that a plan,

To seem to have a goal in mind,

I, a concept of a man.

But this or nothing, all the same,

There's no honor, good, or bad.

There only is the day before

And crawling to the next.